Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

And on the other side.

Eagle sauce, Boston Harbor.

After several months of silence, the largest port in northeastern Taiwan has once again welcomed its "old friends".

This time, more than a dozen huge cargo ships flying the Russian flag didn't even bother to disguise themselves.

They no longer entered the port stealthily at night like last time, but instead docked at the most conspicuous deep-water dock in Boston Harbor in broad daylight with great fanfare.

A bright red carpet had already been laid on the pier.

Senior officials of the American government, led by General Sullivan and Senator Johnson, led a grand welcoming team consisting of beautiful women and honor guards, and were waiting here early.

If you didn’t know what was going on, you would think that the scene was a welcome for the head of state of a friendly country.

When the huge hatch of the freighter slowly opened, the American officials burst into warm, almost flattering applause.

Hundreds of brand-new "Apocalypse" tanks emitting a cold metallic luster and dozens of "Golden Eagle" fighter jets with folded black forward-swept wings, like steel behemoths about to participate in a military parade, were driven by Russian soldiers, one after another, slowly drove out of the cabin and docked at the dock, forming a visually impactful and daunting steel phalanx.

The scale of aid this time is several times larger than the last time!

This time, along with these deadly weapons arrived a high-level "tactical guidance group" organized by the Russian Ministry of National Defense.

Leading the group was Marshal Malinov, the Russian Deputy Minister of Defense, a favorite student of Marshal Zhukov and known for his tough and bloodthirsty command style.

Behind him, there were more than a dozen Russian generals and colonels with shining stars on their shoulders.

In order to record the "great victory" of the "Bear-Eagle Alliance", Marshal Malinov even brought a high-level photography team composed of the best directors and photographers of the Soviet Union from the Moscow Film Studio.

Their purpose was very clear - to use the highest-definition cameras to record how the Eagle Sauce army used the advanced weapons of the Bear to destroy the Dragon Country's equipment on the battlefield, and how they defeated the so-called "Dragon Country's elite" and made them cry for their parents in disarray.

These images will be made into an epic war documentary called "The Red Iron Tide Sweeps North America" ​​and broadcast to the world.

This is to declare to the world who is the true, only and invincible king of land warfare on this planet!

"Welcome! Warm welcome! His Excellency Marshal Malinov!"

General Johnson was the first to greet him. He had a humble smile on his face and even disregarded his status as a three-star general. He took the initiative to extend his hands to Malinov, wanting to give him a warm hug.

However, Marshal Malinov just glanced at him coldly and had no intention of shaking hands or hugging him.

He just uttered a contemptuous "hmm" through his nose, and then walked straight past him, as if he was just a piece of insignificant air.

Johnson's outstretched hands paused awkwardly in mid-air.

His face instantly turned purple, but he didn't dare to show any anger.

Marshal Malinov walked up to the American officials who came to greet him, and with his burly body like a polar bear and condescending eyes, he glanced at this group of "allies" who, in his opinion, were like stray dogs.

"Humph," he snorted again with disdain, "If it weren't for the purpose of dealing with the Dragon Nation, if it weren't for the order from Comrade General Secretary, I really wouldn't want to set foot on this land of yours that is filled with the stench of money and weakness for the rest of my life."

He spoke Russian quickly and urgently, full of contempt.

The translator next to him was so frightened that he was trembling all over and didn't dare to translate the original words at all. He could only stammer and beautify them.

"His Excellency the Marshal said that he is very happy to come to the beautiful Eagle Sauce and hopes to have a pleasant cooperation with everyone."

However, Malinov's undisguised, contemptuous look already said it all.

Although the American officials present were filled with humiliation and anger, they had to keep putting on smiles on their faces. Like a group of pugs, they welcomed the Russian Marshal, who was like the "emperor", into the most luxurious command vehicle that had been prepared for him.

In the next few days, Marshal Malinov took his great power chauvinism and brutal and arrogant style to the extreme.

He expressed extreme dissatisfaction with all the reception and services provided by the Eagle Sauce side.

"This is what you call 'prime steak'? It's as tough as the soles of my army boots! The feed we feed the pigs in the Russian prisoner-of-war camp is even better than this!"

"Is this your operations room? It's as messy as a market! Look at you so-called generals, each one of you so fat and bloated that you can't even stand up straight! Do you think you're qualified to command an army?"

He even scoffed at the combat effectiveness of the Eagle Sauce Army. After observing a federal army exercise, he mercilessly commented in front of all the Eagle Sauce generals:

"Their marksmanship is terrible! Their tactics are dull! Their willpower is weak! They're just a bunch of Boy Scouts in uniform!"

"I dare say that any of my motorized infantry regiments can wipe out your entire division in half an hour!"

And when he saw the intelligence provided by the Eagle Sauce, including the performance data of the Dragon Country UAV and the 99A tank, he laughed contemptuously.

"Just this piece of scrap metal scared you like this?"

He pointed to the photo of the 99A tank and said disdainfully.

"This little tank is like a baby in front of our 'Apocalypse'! A single salvo from our 'Apocalypse' can send it, its crew and vehicle, back to its home base!"

"And this, what kind of drone?" He pointed to a photo of a captured Patrol-2 drone, his face filled with disdain. "This is just a child's toy, and you think you can call it a weapon? Against our Golden Eagle and Apocalypse air defense systems, it wouldn't even stand a chance!"

In short, in his words, the weapons and equipment of Dragon Country were all vulnerable garbage.

The Eagle Sauce army is a bunch of trash who can't even beat trash, and are even more trash.

Only their Russian weapons and their Russian soldiers are the greatest things in this world.

Faced with Marshal Malinov's almost insulting and arrogant attitude, the American officials and generals had already cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations in their hearts.

But on the surface, they could only obey orders and keep smiling, like a group of wronged young wives.

Because they know that now, they need help from others.

They need Russia's weapons and support to win this civil war that concerns the survival of the country.

For the sake of victory, they can endure any humiliation.

Marshal Malinov was so unscrupulous because he saw through their mentality.

He couldn't wait to see his "Apocalypse" Legion and "Golden Eagle" formation crushing those weapons that were praised as miraculous by the Dragon Kingdom into pieces on the battlefield in Pennsylvania.

He wanted to use a hearty, one-sided victory to prove to the whole world—

Who is the real, only, invincible red giant on this planet!